Even at this moment, Pritchard might be in need of help! He turned and walked sharply to the corner of the Terrace, finding himself almost immediately face to face with a policeman.
"You must come into this house with me at once!" Tavernake exclaimed, pointing backwards.

"A friend of mine was attacked here just now; a man tried to stab him.

They are both in that house.

The man ran away and my friend followed him.

The door is closed and no one answers." The constable looked at Tavernake very much as the musician had done.
"Do either of them live there, sir ?" he asked.
"How should I know!" Tavernake answered.